The house was wrapped in a heavy silence — the kind that settles after words have crossed a line they were never meant to.The son slammed his bedroom door so hard the frames on the wall trembled. He felt betrayed — not by malice, but by love misunderstood. His mother had made a decision about his future without asking, believing she was protecting him. But to him, it felt like she had taken something precious: his voice. In her room, his mother sat on the edge of her bed, the argument replaying like a film she couldn’t turn off. She...
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